The person lives twice who lives the first life well

Humble we must be, if to heaven we go; High is the roof there, but the gate is low.

Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score; Then to that twenty, add a hundred more: A thousand to that hundred: so kiss on, To make that thousand up a million. Treble that million, and when that is done, Let's kiss afresh, as when we first begun.

Twixt kings and tyrants there's this difference known; Kings seek their subjects' good: tyrants their own.

In prayer the lips ne'er act the winning part, Without the sweet concurrence of the heart.

Thus times do shift, each thing his turn does hold; New things succeed, as former things grow old.

Conquer we shall, but, we must first contend! It's not the fight that crowns us, but the end.